Long Fei looked at the Golden-Haired Behemoth and said with a faint smile, "This fellow Taoist seems to be the leader of all the heroes here. Why do you not dare to reveal your true face? Are you afraid that the Little Demons will discover the truth and tear you and your behind-the-scenes cohorts apart?"

"You talk too much!"

The eyes of the Golden-Haired Behemoth gleamed with red light, clearly visible even beneath the dark hood.

For the first time in its life, it felt such anger. A withered black claw suddenly thrust forward, attempting to pierce Long Fei’s heart.

Long Fei punched out, colliding fiercely with the claw.

The impact between the two of them caused a boom that stirred a strong wind, pushing all the Demon Kings back.

The Golden-Haired Behemoth’s right hand trembled, staring at Long Fei in astonishment, "You could actually block my Sky-Rending Claw?"

Long Fei smiled faintly, "I happened to have learned a bit, never thought it would come in handy today."

The Nine-Headed Lion stepped out and roared, "Big brother, let me deal with this kid."

Long Fei shook his head, "You demon clan people, even when sold you still count money for the seller. Your big brother here, using Mount Shu, nearly wiped out your entire clan, and you still heed his command? If the Blood Demon Ancestor succeeds in breaking through today, you Demon Emperors will be next to be sacrificed."

The Nine-Headed Lion glared, "Stop trying to drive a wedge between our brotherhood!"

Long Fei chuckled lightly, "You don’t believe me? The Blood Demon Ancestor needs to devour powerful Primordial Spirits to regain its strength. If it doesn’t swallow you, how can it conquer this world? If you don’t believe me, let your big brother swear an oath, see if he dares!"

All the Demon Emperors, except for Young Master Yu Zhuo, stared at the Golden-Haired Behemoth in bewilderment.

Long Fei looked at the Golden-Haired Behemoth with an amused expression, "Well, do you dare to swear?"

He had no evidence, but it seemed as if he could see through the Golden-Haired Behemoth’s thoughts, making it quite vexed.

These Demon Emperors might not be schemers, but they aren’t fools.

Even the Nine-Headed Lion hesitated, standing still without attacking.

Originally, with its clan seemingly doomed today, it felt discontent.

But backed by the Golden-Haired Behemoth’s lingering influence, it didn’t dare express it.

With Long Fei’s reminder, it gained more awareness, and murmured to the Golden-Haired Behemoth, "Boss, this kid is formidable, you should kill him!"

Wang Xiaoya laughed softly, thinking that the Demon Clan’s straightforwardness was endearing, even when lying.

The Golden-Haired Behemoth knew that the Human had achieved his goal of sowing discord.

If it didn’t kill this Human now, it would never be able to control the Demon Emperors in the future.

Its murderous intent flickered, a gust of wind and sand immediately rose up around it.

A single glance from a master can summon winds, a long howl can bring thunderbolt.

Its withered claw swept, distorting the surrounding space, pulling Long Fei into the void beside the cliff.

This place was protected by a Mount Shu formation, and it worried that Long Fei might lead it into the formation deliberately.

Long Fei had no such intention, seeing as he and Mount Shu didn’t see eye to eye.

If he fell into a Mount Shu formation, he would suffer greatly.

So he went along with the Golden-Haired Behemoth’s pull, fighting it in midair over the cliff.

Wang Xiaoya stood alone, exchanging glances with the Demon Emperors.

Young Master Yu Zhuo closed his fan and laughed lightly, "This boy even abandoned his woman. Let me help him take care of this little sister."

He raised his hand, reaching to put his arm around Wang Xiaoya’s waist.

"How presumptuous!"

Wang Xiaoya shouted sternly, unleashing a powerful move, releasing fire from the Red Flame Gourd, wrapping Young Master Yu Zhuo in flames.

Young Master Yu Zhuo’s body was one of Spirit Jade, not Vajra.

The Phoenix True Flame shot out, scaring him into retreat, leaving the other Demon Emperors in laughter.

He turned back, disheveled, yelling, "What kind of brothers are you, not helping, but laughing instead?"

The Demon Emperors taunted, "You’re only good for flattering the boss, can’t even handle one woman, such a disgrace!"

"This little girl just released some fire and scared you like that?"

"Yu Zhuo, have you lost your nerve to the Human Race?"

"..."

Young Master Yu Zhuo shouted in anger, "Shut up, I was just joking with you. Today, I’ll capture her and make her my bride!"

Among these Demon Emperors, he was the most human-like.

In a previous life, he was known as the Southern Ridge Demon Venerable, a major Demon Chief.

Later, joint forces of Mount Shu’s Three Immortals and Two Elders refined him with the Yin-Yang Dust Grand Formation, leaving only a Mystic Procreative Bead to protect his Primordial Spirit and let him escape. Eventually, he found a chance encounter at the mountain’s base, gaining a Spirit Jade body by merging with jade.

This opportunity was precisely with the Blood Demon Ancestor.

This Spirit Jade was not a righteous Spiritual Object, but was the Divine Demon Blood Jade refined by the Blood Demon Ancestor.

The jade was extremely sinister, soaked in Divine Demon Blood.

Demon Clan and Demon Race used this to refine dark magical weapons, considered Immortal Grade level materials for Magical Treasures.

Young Master Yu Zhuo prided himself on his Blood Demon Divine Skill, using his Demonic Blood to launch blood shadows swiftly.

No magical weapons could stop them.

Yet these feared flames, especially True Fire.

True Fire was not earthly fire, but the fire of burning Essence, Qi, and Spirit.

Common demon clan members, burning their essence for fire, release only one aspect.

There was also Heart Fire, Godly Fire, combined to form the Samadhi True Fire.

This fire was the most formidable.

In spite of the fire’s might, Young Master Yu Zhuo maintained face, releasing blood shadows.

The shadows filled with ominous Yin Qi and murderous aura, all rushing towards Wang Xiaoya.

Wang Xiaoya continued releasing True Fire from the Red Flame Gourd, guarding all directions.

Flames and blood shadows clashed, sending out crackling sounds, burning the shadows with ghostly wails. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Although they emitted white smoke, they could withstand the flames, continuing to reach for Wang Xiaoya.

Young Master Yu Zhuo laughed triumphantly, "Your fire is only one aspect, still far from enough!"

Everyone glanced at the sky, seeing their boss and Long Fei in an intense battle.

They thought with the girl tangled in blood shadows, Long Fei would surely be affected.

Unexpectedly, suddenly a wail emerged from the fiery shadows, sounding as if boiling in water, then transforming into vapor and vanishing.

"What happened?"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise.

Yu Zhuo’s Divine Sea wavered, spitting blood in rage, "This, what’s happening?"

Wang Xiaoya withdrew the flames, a green lotus leaf appeared above her head, softly smiling to Yu Zhuo, "Your blood shadows were good nutrients, perfect for refining my Chaos Green Lotus."

"What lotus?"

Yu Zhuo, bewildered, couldn’t believe such a thing existed?

Chaos Green Lotus, born of Chaos, neither Yin nor Yang, can absorb any Spiritual Energy in Heaven and Earth.

Whether Yin Spiritual Energy or Yang Spiritual Energy, it digested it all.

Yu Zhuo’s blood shadows served as mere food for the Chaos Green Lotus, unable to even approach Wang Xiaoya’s body.

The Demon Emperors finally realized why Long Fei trusted Wang Xiaoya alone here to confront their boss.

It turns out, this young girl had such a powerful magical treasure.

Wang Xiaoya looked at Young Master Yu Zhuo and smiled, "Now it’s my turn to strike!"

She raised her hand, summoning a magical treasure.

Before she moved, Young Master Yu Zhuo leaped back, maintaining a distance of a thousand meters from Wang Xiaoya, causing the Demon Kings to cast sidelong glances at him, calling him a disgrace!